Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

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"Things have reached this point, there's no reason to hide it anymore. Whose idea was it to hold a banner and

carry a photo to the school gate? And whose idea was it to denuand 3 million?" Yasmine questioned directly,

staring into Urena's eyes.

"I don't understand what you're saying. We're just ordinary people, reporting to the police is the best resistance

we could muster. But the police say it's a suicide, | don't believe it so | went to your school for an answer. As for

the 3 million, not to mention, | think you owethat compensation, Urena said, lowering her eyes.

Yasmine didn't believe a word of it. "The person who gave your son chocolate must be the sperson who

gave you those ideas, right?"

Urena's expression turned stern, and she decided not to answer any more of her questions.

"Even if you don't tell me, | can look it up. Do you know this brand of chocolate?" Yasmine pulled out the

chocolate Timothy had just given her. "The only good thing about luxury items is that every piece can be traced.

You probably don't know, but this chocolate is extremely expensive, costing thousands for just one piece. Each

one has a handwritten serial number, so you can track who bought each piece."

Velluto chocolates cfrom Preirie, and this brand is the most expensive chocolate in the world, having won

various global awards. It's hard to find even in Preirie, let alone here, and it's a limited edition, making it rare and

precious. Urena would just think it's ordinary, but to Yasmine, it's not

Urena's face had gone pale. She looked incredulously at the piece of chocolate, unable to believe why such an

ordinary-looking thing could be worth their living expenses for several months. Why could speople just

casually take out such expensive chocolate from their pocket to give away? People really are different.

Urena gave a self-mocking smile, "So what? Just because of this? That doesn't prove someone truly gave me

advice, go ahead and check."

Yasmine kept a stern face, truly stubborn. "Madam Urena, | will cto you with evidence, just wait. | hope you

can look at Teresa's photo with a clear conscience."

Yasmine stormed off, not going hbut straight to find Morgan. "Cousin, take a look at this." She handed

Morgan the chocolate. "Can you check who bought this piece?"

Without Yasmine explaining further, Morgan already knew the chocolate had a serial number. He looked at

Yasmine in confusion, "Why do you want to check this chocolate?".

"Before Teresa got into trouble, a woman cto Teresa's home, took Teresa away, and then the incident

happened. Before leaving, she gave Teresa's brother schocolate, and this is one of them, Yasmine explained

gravely

"You went to see Urena? Didn't we agree to go together?" Morgan narrowed his eyes slightly, worried about his

sister going alone to such a'dangerous place.

Yasmine pouted playfully. "Morgan, | just couldn't hold back. Look, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

"You have no idea how scary people online can be right now; so many of them want to hurt you. There's no way |

can be af ease. Just go hand wait for news. I'll take care of the investigation," Morgan insisted. Yasmine

looked at Morgan gratefully. Thanks, Morgan."

In a sealed room, Yasmine and Yoselin sat across from each other. A long table was between them, with a blank

sheet of paper and a pen placed nearby. Yasmine gazed softly at Yoselin. Yoselin, relax. Imagine your most

exciting moment and then draw that scene". 14:29 Fri, Nov 1 G

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Although Yoselin couldn't find a way now, she remained constantly vigilant of the world. However, Yasmine could

engage in simple interactions with him, like asking him to draw a picture. Patients with psychological disorders

often can't communicate normally during an episode, but they can choose another way to express their inner

needs or emotional outbursts.

Psychologists can let them draw as a means to express their most straightforward feelings or subconscious

thoughts. This is something every psychologist must learn, and Yasmine excelled in this course, achieving full

marks.

Yoselin gave Yasmine a bewildered glance and slowly picked up the pen from the table, starting to draw on the

blank paper. She mused,

It seemed Yoselin had always known her brother liked someone. She slowly drew a woman on the paper and

wrote two words beside it: [Yonas's love]

Yasmine was stunned, not quite understanding why Yoselin wrote those two words.

Yoselin's drawing was a sketch. Every wealthy young girl was expected to dabble in various hobbies during their

childhood, like painting or playing the piano. While Yoselin hadn't received formal training, she could manage

simple sketches.

This particular piece depicted a woman who resembled her. At first, Yoselin felt it was her likeness. However,

upon noticing a ring on the woman's raised hand, she recalled the ring on Irene's hand during that interview.

Yasmine let out a bitter laugh. She thought,

It seems like everything started to make sense from the moment the sketch cinto play. Yasmine thought,

Yoselin remained wrapped in her blanket with a dazed expression. Yasmine had replaced the thick comforter with

a blanket, hoping to give Yoselin a fleeting sense of safety, as this was the only way she could feel a moment of

solace.

Originally, the plan was to understand Yoselin's inner world through this sketch. But upon seeing it, Yasmine was

at a loss for analysis. Ever since this woman appeared, Yasmine's life had been riddled with setbacks. She

couldn't quite define the feeling, but it was as though someone was carving deep cuts into her heart.

At this point, Yasmine wasn't in the mood for any more treatments. "Yoselin, let's take a break today," she said,

locking herself. in the room. The matter with Teresa wasn't over yet, and she found herself in the eye of the

storm, with everyone wanting a piece of the action. She had her suspicions about the source and mastermind

behind all this. The limited edition chocolates, the strange occurrences that day, all pointed to the likelihood that

Irene was the culprit pulling the strings Trom behind the scenes.

At the Flynn residence, after the court ruling last time, Selena knew there was no hope. Her grandson was going

to be the child of a criminal. Although Yvette's place of house arrest was nearby, due to the special nature of

house arrest, they had no way to meet.

Xavier wasn't worried about Yvette His computer screen w

around Teresa

filled with recent Aurelith University news, mostly revolving

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